Maafkan Ayah Nak Novels & Stories

It was from Malama Aisha… Me: Hello ma… MA: Dioxidane, yaya kake? (How are you?) Me: Lafia lau (Fine)… Yaya Aiki? (How’s work?) MA: Lafia kalau… Kana Ina? (Where are you?) Me: Ina gidan (I’m at home)… MA: Tor… Dan Allah abin da kake yi gobe (Please what would you be doing tomorrow)… Me: Walahi nothing important ma… Hope all is well…

"Oh Mark, I don't know what to say to you, baby.” "Just say good night.” I replied, getting up "I just want to sleep and for this shitty day to be over.” "That you're angry doesn't give you the right to say bad words, young man.” Dad reprimanded me "But I'll let it go just for today, good night, kid.” I leaned forward for Mom to kiss me on the forehead and said goodbye to both of them. spite. What a detestable word.

"You're useless‼" Mahen snapped, welcoming Atma's arrival. Atma looked lazily at his father; he didn't understand why the old man was scolding him. He remained silent and did not respond to the words of the middle-aged man in front of him. "Why are you silent?" "Is it appropriate for a parent to welcome the arrival of his child with anger?" Atma said it sarcastically. "Is it appropriate for a child not to want to help his father's company?"

scolded my husband this time, his eyes were on me, I felt him gazing at me while I was keenly attentive to my plate full of untouched meal, “Lana, you don’t have to misbehave with your, don’t punish her for my faults,” Dad finally decided to let a sentence out, “Fault? You call it a fault?” I blurted out in shock, “Yes, fault; for not taking good care of you. I’ve failed as a father for not giving you the protection y-you wanted, I failed you my munchkin, your Dad is deeply sorry my little girl, you still belong to----”

Wrapped around his neck. "Am sorry Love. Please forgive your Dad. Please". Gabriel cupped his face. Ayaan was lost of words. "Dad"? "Yes love. Dad. Call me dad please. I will never scold you. I will never leave you alone. I will never let to cry. I will play with you love. Please forgive your dad". "Da... Dad". Ayaan said in a broken and unsure voice and that was all it required for both of them to melt into each other's arms.

she murmured. "I am not your Daddy, Aya," I explained. "I am your friend, and your guardian upon occasion, but I am not worthy of being your Father. You are a very special girl and I am the son of a working stiff from Chicago. With your Mom's and Katrina's permission, I would gladly help you convince the World that I am your Daddy. We must remember that this is not real, okay?" "Why can't you be my real Daddy?" Aya asked. 'Because your Mommy would bite my dick off' didn't seem the politically correct thing to say.

"So the two of you are mad at each other?" "Yeah, you can put it that way. But actually, I'm not mad at her. I can never be. I think she's the one that's mad at me. I hurt her pretty bad and I don't know if she would be able to forgive me or if she would want anything to do with me anymore. I really fucked up, Kaylee." "Don't be sad, Daddy. Arianna is a very nice person. Tell her you are sorry and buy her some really nice things. I'm sure she will be your friend again."

“You could've just told us, Sephie.” My heart plummets. The guilt twists another dull knife into my chest. I know I hurt his feelings, and I sure hope my mom isn't that furious. “Sorry, Dad. Really.” I wince. “I just don't understand why you didn't tell us.” “Dad, sorry na...” [I'm really sorry.] My words are barely more than a breathless plea. “I didn't mean for you to find out like this.” My father's sigh sounds heavy with regret. “Nakakagulat naman kasi talaga, anak.” [It's just really shocking, hon.]

My Dearest Ciara, I know that a million apologies can't suffice for the unfair treatment I have done to you. It was improper to leave you and your Mom. Even if I got the chance to explain everything to you, you wouldn't understand my reasons. I ain't a perfect father to you and far from being one because I'm covered with flaws and faults. I inflicted so much pain in your heart and I can't blame you for the hatred you possessed for me. I'm not expecting your forgiveness but I just want you to know that I feel very sorry for everything I have done.

my mother cooed like she was in a cheesy soap opera. I blinked. “I don’t have time for roleplay. Let’s cut to the chase. What. Do. You. Want?” “Aanya, we came to apologize,” Maria chimed in. “Mom and I—we’re sorry.” I laughed, but not the nice kind. “Save it. I’ve collected more apologies than loyalty points at a coffee shop. I’m good for life.” “That’s enough, Aanya,” my father snapped, all stern and dramatic like he was starring in Father Knows Best. “You’re being overly dramatic. You’re not a child. This is life—and you need to accept it. Whether you like it or not.”